Note: I know I was supposed to have this chapter out like a month ago, but I was late in writing it, then I accidentally deleted it, and then my computer was being an ass and wouldn't let me upload it. It just seems like the world hates me. Well, ha world! –sticks out tongue at the world- I uploaded it! In your eye!… Alrighty then. Now that I'm done being a complete moron, I guess I can get on with the chapter you've all been waiting for! I think this chapter is pretty long. Three and a half pages is pretty long for me. This chapter is kinda strange, but I liked it. One more chapter after this! I can barely wait! Whatever you do, do NOT forget to REVIEW!

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Chapter Eleven: Helpless

Narcissa Malfoy walked into her study and collapsed on her comfortable leather chair. She closed her eyes and sighed. What a long day! She heard the distant sound of glass breaking. Damnit! She ran out of her study as fast as her legs would carry her and headed toward Lucius's room. The sight that greeted her was horrendous. The room was destroyed, and the destroyer was standing in the middle of the room seething. Lucius was surrounded by broken picture frames, flying papers, and expensive furniture that was completely obliterated.

"Lucius, honey," Narcissa began in her calming voice. "What is the matter?" Lucius finally noticed her presence and glared. His face was so full of fury that Narcissa took a step backwards.

"What is the matter? What is the matter? You know full well what is the matter Narcissa! The Mudblood got away! " His voice was becoming louder with each passing second. "I cannot sit here and wait for something to happen! I have to act now!" Lucius tried to run out of the room, only to be stopped by his wife.

"No, Lucius!" she cried. "You have already bent the magic of Hogwarts to Apparate in and out; you are weary! Besides, that old coot Dumbledore will be expecting you to do something-" Lucius backhanded her in the face. Narcissa tumbled to the floor.

"You don't understand! I have to do something now!" Lucius stormed out of the room. Narcissa coughed up a bit of blood and glared after him. You stupid fool, she thought, before blacking out.

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Hermione tossed and turned in her soft silky sheets. She couldn't sleep. Again. She kept thinking of him. His eyes, his lips, his hair, his everything. She closed her eyes only to see the image that never went away. That fateful day three weeks ago when she had told him to stay away from her. His expression was one of shock, worry, pain, sorrow and love. His silvery gray eyes were burned into the back of her eyelids.

Hermione sighed as she thought of her love, Draco Malfoy. She knew it now. She loved him. It was insane, but she did. She loved every little thing about him. She loved his eyes, his smirk, his attitude even though it was annoying sometimes, and everything. She could never be with him, and perhaps that was for the best. She couldn't stop herself from loving him. She knew she would probably get over it someday. Someday.

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Draco tossed and turned in his silky sheets. He couldn't sleep. Again. He kept thinking of her. Her eyes, her lips, her hair, her everything. He closed his eyes only to see the image that never went away. That fateful day three weeks ago when she had told him to stay away from her. Her expression was one of sorrow, worry, pain and love. Her teary gray eyes were burned into the back of his eyelids.

Draco sighed as he thought of his love, Hermione Granger. He knew it now. He loved her. It was insane, butt he did. He loved every little thing about her. He loved her eyes, her laugh, her attitude even though it was annoying sometimes, and everything. He could never be with her, and perhaps that was for the best. He couldn't stop himself from loving her. He knew that he would probably get over it someday. Someday.

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"Hermione! Where in the hell have you been? We haven't seen you all weekend!" Ron shouted. Harry was at his side. Hermione glared at her two best friends. She was in a bad mood because of lack of sleep.

"I've been busy." With that, she stalked off.

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"Draco! Where in the hell have you been? We haven't seen you all weekend!" Crabbe shouted. Goyle was at his side. Draco glared at the two morons who were dumb enough to think of themselves as his friends. He was also in a bad mood because of lack of sleep.

"I've been busy." With that, he stalked off.

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With her luck, Hermione ran straight into Draco. He stood there with a sneer on his beautiful face. She knew he was going to say something nasty, so she prepared herself.

"…" Draco opened his mouth, but no sound was coming out. Abruptly, he was striding right up to her face. His hand tenderly stroked her face. Her heart was telling her this was right, and her mind was telling her it was wrong. She told her mind to shut up.

He was looking lovingly into her eyes, and Hermione couldn't help returning that gaze. Their instincts were taking over again, and both were helpless. She felt his silky lips brush against hers, and she sighed against him. This was what she had been craving. She couldn't believe how long she had gone without this. If she lost it again, Hermione knew she would die.

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With his luck, Draco ran straight into Hermione. He forced himself to put a sneer on his face. He knew he had to say something nasty to her, so he prepared himself.

"…" Try as he could, Draco couldn't say anything. He couldn't help himself and strode right up to her face. His hand tenderly stroked her cheek. He looked lovingly into her eyes, his heart telling him this was right and his mind telling him it was wrong. Hermione was looking at him with love in her eyes. Their instincts were taking over again, and both were helpless.

Trying to resist and failing miserably, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. He repressed a sigh of contentment. This was what he had been craving. He couldn't believe how long he had gone without this. If he lost it again, Draco knew he would die.

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Hermione felt his strong arms curl around her in a possessive embrace. She knew he would never let her go. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Draco didn't seem to object.

Hermione broke away, gasping, "No, I… I can't do this, Draco. I can't." She turned to walk away, but stopped as Draco's hand gently caught her arm. She looked into his eyes and saw love.

"I can't do this either," he whispered. Then he kissed her passionately, lovingly, tenderly. The moment his lips touched hers, she was lost. She gave in completely. Hermione knew what he was going through. She was going through the same things. They both wanted everything to just be how it was before. However, this was love. And it was impossible to resist.

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Draco pulled her body closer in a possessive embrace. He felt as though he couldn't let her go ever again. Hermione responded by curling her own arms around his neck, pulling his body closer. Well, if that's the way you want it… he thought, kissing her harder.Draco silently objected as she pulled away.

"No, I… I can't do this, Draco. I can't." She turned to walk away, but Draco gently caught her arm and held her back. He looked into her eyes with an expression of love so fierce that Hermione would have to understand. If she didn't… He didn't want to think about it.

"I can't do this either," he whispered. Then he kissed her passionately, lovingly, tenderly. Draco poured all of his love and worry and pain into that one kiss, willing her to understand. He knew what Hermione was going through. He was going through the same things. They both wanted everything to just be how it was before. However, this was love. And it was impossible to resist.

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Lucius Malfoy rode through the frosty night sky on his Firebolt. His face was determined and decidedly angry. He was actually extremely upset over losing his son to the other side, and he was finally going to get him back. By killing the girl, Draco would turn back to his father, his lord, his life.

This time, the filthy Mudblood wouldn't get away.